You and Charisk walk to Toriel's house, casually. They grinned at you and you grinned back.

"Oh goodness! I shouldn't have left you two alone! I shouldn't have tried to surprise you two like this!" Toriel scolded herself. You patiently smiled.

"Oh well. I can't hide this surprise for long. Come children!" She said. You and Frisk went inside the home, the smell of baking pie drifted to your nostrils.

"Mmmm!" You hummed. Frisk did the same.

"It's butterscotch-cinnamon pie! I hope you like it!" A soft ding reached your ears.

"Oh it's done! I should get it from the oven!" She said. She ran to the kitchen and left you two to explore. You figured you would sleep.

You and Charisk shared the only bed in the bedroom.

A nightmare greeted you. Flashes of a bloody Sans, a red scarf, Tyson, and dust filled the dream. You whimpered in your sleep.

"Hey bud! Guess who's gonna have a bad time?" Sans said. You cowered away.

"I-I didn't mean to! It was Tyson! I...I swear!" You pleaded. Sans scoffed at you.

"Liar!" He said. He turned you blue and you rocketed around the room. It hurt so much.

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" Charisk said, shaking you. You groaned and woke up. Toriel looked worriedly at you.

"My child! You are alright!"

"Y-yea..I think so. Just a bad dream, don't worry about it," you said. Charisk looked at you, concerned. Toriel set the plate of pie on the table behind the head of the bed.

"Have some pie. It may help," she said before walking out.

"Was it Tyson?"

"Y-yea. Tyson..." You murmured. Charisk patted your shoulder.

"It's okay. We'll fix this later," they said. You smiled.

"Thanks Charisk," you said.

"No prob."